*Sizzle. Sizzle.*

As the fire burnt and the pot stirred, the aroma of the day's first meal spread through the noses of those within the small restaurant of Almer Town, Soulace Way.

The customers gulped concurrently as they sat patiently in silence stopping their stomachs from growling from that aroma as the one who did would get there's last, it was the odd habit of the owner. Children were exempt from it though, which the adults felt unfair and against their rights, but they couldn't say anything for fear they'd lose the chance to enjoy a meal.

"Ah! It's done, I'll bring it over in a moment, get yourselves presentable please."

Straightening their backs and wiping away their drool carefully, both the adults and children placed their hands respectfully on the table edge.

Step. Step. Step.

With every resounding soft step which felt like an earthquake to them, the hearts of the customers quickened.

"Ah oh! You guy's got it right today-"

Growl~

Before anyone knew it, their stomachs started growling as the aroma of today's meal spread further and became richer.

'DAMN IT!' They all thought as they watched the owner snickering lightly as he handed plates to the children giving them their portions as he very slowly gave the adults there's whilst they were forced to watch the extremely slow process as their growling stomachs echoed through the restaurant.

They got the food in the end, though, from the order of the last to have their stomach growl to the first's to growl. His senses were quite good.

"Enjoy!"

"HM!"

Eating savoringly, fast and slow, everyone ate satisfyingly.

Leaning on the counter, the owner, Tale Soulace a 20-year-old young man watched happily as they enjoyed. His black hair and slight dark circles under his gray eyes gave him a novel vibe. Even still, he looked younger than he should.

He had moved away from the city and come over here to this little town as his mind needed peace, and this place definitely helped. It was quiet, trouble-free, and had great scenery, with pleasant people.

Though don't let his physically young-like appearance fool you, his mind and soul were aged well over several thousand.

He was an individual who lived in two separate worlds at the same time, with the two worlds having drastic time differences. Even now as he stood there watching, he was moving his other self in the other world as time never stopped, the time variation was tremendous and odd. It was confusing but made sense if you thought about it carefully, though never try to make any calculations, for it will ruin your intellect.

In simplest terms, separated by worlds but connected by mind, he controlled two bodies at the same time but also completely different time frames.

It was quite agonizing at the start for him when he began living the two worlds at birth simultaneously, his young mind couldn't handle it back then, the pain and suffering from that time isn't something he's willing to remember or recollect.

It's mostly fine now as his mind expanded beyond comprehension, being able to handle the two timelines occurring in his mind.

God Fatir, and Tale Soulace, were his two identities. They were of different classes, lifestyles, and authority but of the same soul and power, though the power he had in this world was far weaker. God Fatir as it sounded meant he was a god-type being in the other world after all.

Everything was confusing, but the knowledge he gained over both worlds gave him understanding.

This current world of his was a modern-day period where special powers called "Quirks" have become commonplace throughout the world and due to that, chaos and turmoil aren't rare as villains as classified to those who use their powers for the evil and hero's whose jobs it is to stop those villains are prevalent. Tale couldn't care less about the happenings of this world much less get involved though, his mind was chaotic enough already. He just wanted peace, that's why he opened a restaurant out here.

Tak. Tak. Tak.

"Brother Tale, thank you for the food!"

"Thank you for the food!"

Ruffling the hair of the children who finished their meals and came to thank him, Tale smiled lightly. The kids here had manners.

'It'd be great if I could bring him here to play...' Tale thought with melancholy.

"No problem, as thanks, make sure to leave a spot for me tomorrow, I'll come over and play with you little speedsters! I'll bring the sandwiches, of course!"

"YAY!"

"Brother Tale, are you going to show us a new game?"

"Like always Wendy."

"New game? Yay, you're the best bratha Tale!"

"Oh! We'll invite the others for you then, Brother Tale."

"Well, thank you."

Patting little Wendy's head, Tale sighed in his mind. She reminded him too much of his own little shorty.

As he directed the kids to their parents as they came, Tale suddenly looked to the side as a burly man with a large smile gave him a thumbs-up as he finished his plate of food.

"Soulace, the food's been great as always... no, I think it's become even more heavenly...! Bless you, God of Chef's Soulace, bless you! May you retain your greatness forever! Long live your godliness!" The burly man was distanced by everyone rapidly... even if the others shared the same thoughts, saying it out loud was something different.

Little Wendy hid behind Tale's legs, covering her face in embarrassment, trying to act like she didn't know the man that was her father.

"Haha... Thank you for the compliment."

As the kids returned to their parents' side, one by one, as they had done, their parents thanked for the food as they paid before leaving, throwing compliments like usual, nothing excessive as Wendy's father of course.

The old Lemi had even said, "Thank you for the great food Soulace, get some rest though, you seem tired." Tale appreciated her concern, though he wasn't really up to resting.

Being the last to leave, Wendy glared at her father.

"Can't you compliment graciously, father!" Her tone was a bit annoyed, embarrassed, and calm. Her intelligence was higher than most children here due to her quirk, so her vocabulary had bigger words than most.

"Daughter, what are you talking about... that was a... gracious... compliment!"

"Hmph! Let's go, let's go! Brother Tale, see you tomorrow."

"Daughter! Aren't I the father? I can walk, I can walk! Stop dragging me! Soulace help!"

'Never mind... she isn't like my shorty at all...' Tale thought as he waved his final customers' goodbye.

Closing the shop for the day as he only operated in the morning, Tale walked out the back as he headed out of the town.

Heading south, after about a mile or so, mountainous scenes came to view. There was one perfect spot where the sun and a mountain peak met, shimmering gold.

Tss. Tss.

Taking several mental photos, Tale quietly explored around.

Some time mid-day, he came across a group of raiders though, they were heading towards the town over. There were a couple of Mutant-types, and the rest were either Transformation-types or Emitter-types, they didn't openly manifest their abilities yet, so it was hard to say though you could infer from the extra body parts that gave hints.

At the same time, in the other world,

God Fatir cooked a gracious meal and sat it on a table as he sat down with a young 10-year-old child on his lap.

This was Yul Soulace, a child he picked up from a forest as a baby when he descended to this lower world of mortals. He gave him his other self's family name as it would disrespect the one who cared for him in this world if he suddenly gave it to a mortal, they were strict to that.

Fatir considered both of his family names the same, so it didn't matter. The two selves may be different, but they had the same beating heart.

Yul had soft beige hair, soft aquamarine-colored eyes, and light healthy skin.

God Fatir himself like his other self had black hair, though it was far softer than Tale Soulace and his eyes were a golden yellow with his figure lean but in shape. Overall, he had a finer appearance than Tale Soulace.

"Now say ahh."

Taking a spoonful of the meal, God Fatir made the spoon act like an airplane, like how he watched one of the parents in the town feed their child. It didn't work as he expected, though...

"Dad! I'm not a baby!" Pouting, Yul turned his head.

Shocked, God Fatir felt his arm weaken... He slowly put the spoon down and as soon as he did, it went missing in a flash as Yul grabbed it.

As he turned his head, Fatir found a spoon in his mouth.

"Here you go, dad, eat too! Hehe. You' be hungry if you don't."

Fatir was lost for words...

"You rascal... this is your food, eat."

"Share, we share, daddy."

'Ah... those eyes...'

Taking out another spoon, with a sigh, Fatir gave it to Yul who happily took it as he ate. He had to eat as well, otherwise, Yul would try to feed him...

'Hm... did he notice I don't usually eat...? Did he think I was hungry? Haha, good little kid.' Fatir chuckled lightly thinking about it.

As God Fatir and his in-name adopted son ate, the night sky sparkled beautifully. Finishing their meal, the two came out and gazed up at it.

"Yul, would you like to come with me to my next hunt?" Fatir asked quietly with a smile.

"Really!"

"Yea."

"YAY!"